American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 210 The mastermind behind the scenes from the fifth dimension—Vin Dik Tiv Vix.

Locke met Barry's intense gaze and nodded slightly.

He stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point:

“Barry, I came here specifically to inquire about…the Luther family in detail.”

"Luther...?"

Barry Allen paused, a knowing look crossing his face, then he too started talking, his words unconsciously quickening, "Him..."

"That's a long story! You wouldn't believe it, ever since he took complete control of the Luther Corporation, that guy has been like a wild dog that's broken free of its enclosure, running rampant on the road of causing trouble for us and the entire universe..."

"Do not."

Locke raised his hand, interrupting Barry's impending long-winded speech, and clearly corrected him, "I'm not asking about Lex."

“It was his father, Lionel Luther.”

“Lionel Luthor? You mean… Lex Luthor’s father?”

Barry looked bewildered, as if he had heard something incomprehensible, and asked in confusion, "This..."

I don't know.

Barry frantically searched his memory for fragments, but could hardly recall any clear images of this man playing an important role at key historical junctures.

After all, in Mr. Locke's words, that man was just...
"You're asking about him? But weren't you... the one who hated him the most?" Barry's confusion tinged with a hint of nonchalance as he tried to recall, "You even very seriously instructed us to try not to mention this man in front of Lex, saying it would bring back bad memories for him..."

"Based on your calculations, he seems to have died from alcoholism, right?"

"Alcoholism? I hate him?"

Locke was completely taken aback by these words.

In his own universe, he and Lionel have maintained a relationship that can be described as 'close friendship' to this day.

What does "disgusting" mean?
And Lionel is going to die this year?

"Uh... isn't it?"

Barry was also somewhat uncertain after Locke's question. He scratched his head, trying to recall, "Mr. Locke, regarding your earlier past with the Luther family, I don't actually know much in detail..."

"But I remember this very well, after all, you mentioned it to me personally..."

“You said that Lex lived with you in Smallwell for a long time when he was a child. Until later, his mother, supposedly you,” Barry joked, “your close friend, Ms. Leticia Luther, revived the Luther Group and took Lex back from you.”

“You were drinking apple juice,” Barry said, his voice tinged with indignation, as if recounting something that also deeply troubled him. “Or maybe grape juice? Anyway, you said it with that particularly regretful yet somewhat angry tone.”

"Who's Lionel Luther? That guy..."

"He's a complete scumbag, an alcoholic who frequently beats his family!"

"If that Lionel guy ever shows up in front of you again, you're going to go up there and kick his dick out with your thick calves, hahaha!"

As Barry recounted this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud himself.

"You also lamented that you met Lex too late, that you couldn't have rescued him from that environment sooner, which led to his personality becoming so... well, complicated and eccentric."

Seemingly stirred by many memories of him, Barry couldn't help but veer off-topic, muttering under his breath, "But seriously, even without his dad, Lex's personality alone would be pretty much the problem..."

"After all, that guy is either causing trouble for us or for the universe every day. He's no good person at all."

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Locke listened in silence, without interrupting Barry's incessant chatter.

Alcoholism? Domestic violence? Scumbag?

These words bear absolutely no resemblance to the shrewd, elegant, ambitious Lionel Luther he knew, who was extremely controlling of his son Lex but also occasionally revealed complex emotions!
broken
Contrary to his expectations, the differences between parallel universes are so vast that they can be so subversive in the same person.
Barry, who had been enthusiastically making sarcastic remarks, looked at Locke in a long silence.

He couldn't help but shut his mouth, stopping his rant about Lex. After a moment of contemplation, he tentatively asked:

"Uh... Mr. Locke, judging from your expression... it seems that the old stories about the Luther family father and son are... somewhat different between our two universes?"

"Um…"

Locke nodded, clearly stating the differences.

“In my universe, Lex didn’t live with me for any period of time when he was a child.”

“His father, Lionel, although ambitious and controlling, was by no means a scoundrel, and had nothing to do with words like ‘alcoholism’ or ‘domestic violence’.”

"As for the person you mentioned... my so-called 'close friend'."

“Ms. Leticia Luther…” Locke paused, his tone tinged with absurdity, “I don’t know her at all.”

"As far as I know, Lex's mother should have died a long time ago."

"Wow…"

Barry gasped, then sighed helplessly, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Then it seems... our knowledge and memories of the Luther family are completely useless to you, and may even be misleading..."

"Parallel universes. Although they look like two identical tuning forks."

"No matter how similar they look, if there is even the slightest, almost imperceptible, difference in vibration, the final sound will be completely different, leading to entirely different melodies."

"We are the notes in these different movements of music."

He exclaimed, his words tinged with awe.

But this awe did not last long.

"anyway…"

Barry's eyes flickered, the slight sigh he'd just uttered vanished, and he leaned closer, a smile spreading across his face:
"Given how different our histories are..."

"Mr. Locke, would you like to know something... fresh and hot?"

He lowered his voice, as if he were about to share some incredible secret: "For example... in our little circle of speculation, Giorno's mother was probably..."

"Barry."

A calm voice interrupted him just as he was about to utter the name.

A dazzling golden figure materialized and appeared beside him.

Clark glanced at Barry and said calmly:

"You talk too much."

"Okay, okay..."

Like a chick whose neck has been choked, Barry immediately fell silent and shrank back.

"You are the king, you have the final say, I'll shut up."

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Ignoring him, Clark turned his gaze to Locke, who was sitting in the rocking chair. His cold and stern expression softened slightly, and he nodded slightly.
"Uncle, welcome."

Nodding, Locke did not get up, but calmly took a blueberry pie wrapped in parchment paper from the basket at his feet and handed it over naturally.

"You must be tired after just finishing a match. Have one, it's still warm."

Looking at the blueberry pie handed to him, Clark couldn't help but smile.

The dazzling golden light emanating from his body began to gradually subside.

The golden armor that symbolized supreme power and strength transformed into an ordinary pair of blue work pants and a denim jacket in a smooth energy recombination.

They are the most common sight on most farms.

“Uncle.” Clark smiled gently as he took the blueberry pie. “You once said…”

"To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

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Barry stared in shock, his mouth agape, nearly dropping the half-eaten blueberry pie in his hand.

Their emperor... he can actually joke?!
How long has it been? More than a decade? Or even longer?
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Locke casually picked up a blueberry pie from the basket and started eating it, saying speechlessly, "Tell me, I think you know what I came here to ask."

Clark nodded, the brief smile on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by an all-knowing calm.

With a casual gesture, a wooden chair slid from the corner of the room and landed next to Locke.

He then lifted the hem of his jacket, sat down naturally, and enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

After taking two more bites of the blueberry pie in his hand, he chewed and swallowed it carefully.

Clark then began to explain the differences between the universes:
"Our universe's Lionel Luther..."

"I later consulted some dusty files, pieced together some information from Lex's fragmented, disgusted recollections, and Bruce's investigative reports." He paused, as if retrieving memories. "It's said that when Lex was about five or six years old, his father was recruited by a secret organization called the 'Legion Club' and became a member."

“The Legion Club?” Locke frowned.

“Yes,” Clark continued, his tone flat. “It was a secret organization quietly established over many years by an immortal named Vandal Savage.”

"He gathered some of the top minds or special beings from various eras in an attempt to uncover the ultimate mystery of the universe by studying a cosmic event called 'hologram'."

“Vandal Savage?” Locke thought the name sounded familiar.

"Yes. According to the oldest records Bruce could trace, he was said to have been born in the 47th century BC and witnessed the rise and fall of almost the entirety of human civilization."

"For example, in the last two thousand years alone, there are quite a few relatively clear records..."

"In the fifth century AD, after Camelot finally fell into chaos and darkness, he indirectly cooperated with the legendary mage Merlin through some twist of fate to jointly establish the first Demon Knights."

"This is also the precursor to the 'Stormguard,' which was later absorbed and reorganized by 'DEO.'"

"In the tenth century, he joined the Knights Templar under an alias and a false identity to participate in the Crusades."

"In the 15th century, he had a secret meeting in Rome with Copernicus, the scholar who was about to overturn the world's view. Shortly afterward, Copernicus died."

Bruce suspects that he is involved in this matter.

"And in the 19th century, he used his immortality to bring a plague to Gotham City, killing millions of people."

What kind of legend brings evil people here?
Locke was somewhat taken aback.

“Finally, there was the twentieth century,” Clark continued. “He founded a secret society—the Legion Club.”

"This secret society continued until he determined that it had lost its value."

"Then he launched the attack, personally disbanded the club, and erased the memories of most of its members." Clark's gaze drifted into the distance, as if piercing through time and space. "According to Bruce's investigation..."

“Lionel…”

"His memory was probably wiped out around that time, and the process was likely extremely brutal. Although he didn't die, his mind was damaged, and he was practically reduced to a walking corpse."

"Subsequently, after another failed policy investment in agriculture, he was kicked out of the core of power by the Luther family without hesitation and completely abandoned."

"So this kind of good-for-nothing, whose brain was destroyed and who was abandoned by his family..."

"The rest was a matter of course."

"He became addicted to alcohol and violent, venting all his failures and resentment on his weaker family members." "During that time, Lex's mother went to the metropolis alone to make a living and seek a glimmer of hope. Young Lex could only live with his degenerate father in Smallwell, a small town not too far from our Kent farm."

"I remember that scene from back then."

"Lex was picked up by you, Uncle, when you were beaten and curled up in a ball by the edge of their field."

“Dior, me, him, we lived together for about three years.”

Locke listened in silence.

He thought Clark was right.

of course……

It does not refer to the conspiracies and killings that spanned centuries.

It was the last sentence.

If it were me... I might really bring Lex back...

A man who also drinks heavily and throws punches at his family, and a young child cowering in fear.

He had experienced that kind of cold despair and helplessness.

Therefore, when he sees a child in the same hell, he will definitely lend a helping hand; it's almost an instinct.

Just like his brother and sister-in-law did to him back then.
That unreserved acceptance and warmth.

Locke remained silent for a while, digesting the roots of Lionel's tragedy in this universe.

Then he looked up at Clark and asked the crucial question:
"So, what happened to that man named Vandal Savage? What became of him?"

"Killed by Lex."

Clark calmly replied, "When he tried to regain control of the 'Hologram' power, Lex used a strange, one-time-use weapon that seemed to be similar to Omega? In any case, he was ultimately annihilated at the cost of a moon."

Locke nodded slightly, not surprised by the result.

Given Lex's personality, this ending is perfectly reasonable.

However, he was now wondering whether this variable also existed in the main universe.
If it exists
In what form will this immortal being named Vandal Savage appear in his universe?

Or we could go back and find Rong En to take care of this guy together.
“Uncle,” Clark said suddenly, looking at Locke who was deep in thought, “you could actually meet Lex and get more details.”

“I can have Barry go and bring Lex back right now.”

"He's probably still tinkering with something in the sewers with Bruce."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Barry choked, almost choking on the blueberry pie he had just taken a bite of.

Let him, the undercover agent who faked his death, live.
Go and bring that Lex Luthor back?

Are you sure this isn't sending him straight into a trap?
Barry's expression became quite interesting.

fortunately
"No need."

Locke smiled and shook his head, his tone gentle yet firm, "There's no need to reopen old wounds in the child's heart just to satisfy my curiosity, making him relive those unpleasant memories."

He paused slightly, as if organizing his thoughts, before concluding.

"Since the differences between our universes are so vast, even their origins are completely different, then your history is indeed of little reference value to me..."

He sighed softly, seemingly regretting that he couldn't just copy the homework.

However, his thoughts quickly shifted to another phenomenon that seemed to be prevalent in the multiverse, and he said with a hint of curiosity, "But there's one thing that I find quite strange..."

"It seems that no matter how much the details deviate, we will experience some form of 'robot attack'?"

He hadn't forgotten, outside the main universe...
There also exists a parallel universe where Dio became the 'Secret Emperor,' and this attack also occurred in that world, although he hasn't yet found a safe way to reach that universe.
After all, even Logan has been missing for a long time.

"..."

To Locke's surprise, Clark fell into an unusual silence upon hearing this seemingly ordinary question.

His normally calm eyes lowered slightly.

A moment later, he raised his head and met Locke's probing gaze. In his eyes, which held the vastness of the stars and the sea, a rare hint of guilt appeared.

He even revealed a startling fact:

"I'm sorry... Uncle..."

“I think... most parallel universes will experience those ‘robot attacks’ you mentioned... the root cause... might lie with me.”

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Locke blinked, his face full of confusion.

Is it him? Clark?
"The second revival of robots in our world is because of Lex."

"He dug up kryptonite in the farmland and, by a twist of fate, revived the metal creature in the barn."

“But,” Locke said in surprise, “our world’s Lex is at this time…”

“Yes. That’s the problem. This really was a baseless attack.” After popping the last bit of blueberry pie into his mouth, Clark looked up at Locke: “Uncle, do you know about the fifth dimension?”

That mysterious realm beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The fifth dimension: the world of imagination.

“I’ve heard of it,” Locke said hesitantly, “a place beyond the laws of time and space.”

"Then it's easy to understand."

Clark nodded slightly, and the air around him began to ripple, with countless tiny particles of light weaving a dazzling picture under the setting sun.

“There is a being who calls himself a ‘magician’ from that dimension.”

“I thought it would be a troublemaker,” Locke mused, recalling the top-hatted, eccentric five-dimensional being. “He seems to be more famous.”

"Is that so?" A faint smile appeared on Clark's lips. "The troublemaker might be very happy to hear that."

"He could be eavesdropping right now."

Barry couldn't help but interject.

Clearly, his impression of that elusive troublemaker was quite complicated.

Clark did not deny it, but simply waved his hand gently.

Let a clear image appear in the air.

It was a figure that looked quite like a demon from mythology.

With twisted horns and a cloak like bat wings, it was fleeing in panic from a magnificent, resplendent castle, its back view disheveled.

"According to what the troublemaker told us..."

"This being who calls himself Vindektvix was originally a court magician of the Fifth Dimension Royal Court."

"But because the troublemaker was favored and trusted by the old king, he was consumed by the poisonous fire of jealousy, which burned away his reason and loyalty."

"Ultimately, jealousy led to the bitter fruit of rebellion. He cruelly murdered the benevolent monarch who had always treated him kindly, stole the three sacred artifacts treasured by the royal family, and fled to our dimension in a panic like a thief in the night."

Locke's gaze sharpened, locking onto the demonic figure in the air: "So it's because of him?"

"Um"

Clark nodded slightly, and the image in the air shifted, revealing a strangely shaped spear.

"Out of a deep-seated hatred for troublemakers."

“He used a stolen holy artifact—a spear worth over a million yuan.”

"Using this weapon, we simultaneously traversed countless parallel realities, primarily launching a devastating attack on the 333 marked worlds most cherished by the troublemaker."

As Clark finished speaking...
In the video, countless angels with wings of light descend upon various worlds.

Wherever it goes, stars are extinguished and civilizations crumble.

Only a deathly silence remained.

"230 worlds were completely annihilated in the first instant, and 103 worlds were severely damaged, their spacetime structures shattered. According to the Mischief Maker's final count, only three worlds survived intact." Clark's voice remained calm, but a trace of heaviness flashed in his eyes. "And this world is one of those three survivors."

"But he wasn't satisfied with that; he wanted to continue his revenge against the troublemakers."

"He also transferred his hatred to me."

“They stripped away the ‘facts’ that happened to me, and then used those ‘facts’ to launch attacks on my friends and family in all of Clark Kent’s parallel universes.”

"To directly embody some tragic 'facts'."

"It's all for the purpose of making me despair and angering the troublemaker."

"..."

Locke really didn't expect this.
Behind those seemingly accidental disasters lies such profound grudges.

"And now?" Locke asked.

“He was thrown back to the fifth dimension by me and the troublemaker,” Clark explained. “He should be trembling in the dungeon right now, or so the troublemaker says.”

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So it had already been resolved; no wonder it took so long to tell us.
and many more?

How come Clark and the troublemaker are such good friends?
Locke looked at Clark in surprise.

Clark was also watching Locke, seemingly having seen through his thoughts.

"A temporary cooperation, Uncle."

"Oh, just in case he runs away someday, Uncle."

"I can tell you..."

"Like all five-dimensional beings, they are bound by some kind of fundamental rule."

"The troublemaker cursed him before he fled, so that weakness applies to him as well."

“Make him say his name backwards…” Locke immediately understood; he remembered this classic method for dealing with troublemakers.

"Yes."

Clark raised his hand and tapped it lightly in the air.

Suddenly, characters woven from pure light appeared in the air.

——Vin·Dik·Tiv·Vix
"That's his real name."

"Also, to deal with this regicide, the traitor of the five dimensions, the five-dimensional demon—Viendectvix."

"The sharpest sword."

(End of this chapter)